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When the sun rises, Kinich rises with it – never failing to awake at five, on the dot, every morning. After completing his routine exercise, he takes a quick shower to freshen up before grabbing a quick bite of breakfast. At this point of the day, he’s set and ready to head out – but there’s still one last thing left in his morning agenda. Kinich promptly makes his way back to the bedroom and takes a while to observe you, asleep, with an expression of tender bliss on your face – and when he’s ready, he bends himself downwards and plants a quick, chaste kiss on your cheek. Then, and only then, is he out the door as the clock strikes exactly at thirty minutes past six. 

The rest of the day goes as Kinich expects – jumping from one client to another and completing request after request (but if he’s lucky, he’ll be graced by the chance to meet you in between tasks). When midday arrives, Kinich doesn’t even try to hide the smile that adorns him. In a minute or two, he’ll finally be able to see you again for a lunch date together at a new restaurant that had opened up at the People of Springs. 

“Kinich!” 

His heart flutters at the way your eyes light up at the sight of him. 

“Hey.” He pulls you into a hug, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

The two of you walk into the restaurant hand in hand. 

“How’s your day been?” You ask, as per usual.

“Better, now that you’re here.” He answers, as per usual.

An hour passes by in a blink of an eye with the company of good food, conversation, and of course, you. Kinich makes it a point to walk you to wherever you're supposed to be before he inevitably will have to go back to his own errands and away from you. 

And Kinich pretends like he doesn’t want to stay awhile longer, ditching his next client to opt for more time to spend with you. But duty calls, and Kinich is not one to ignore his responsibilities. He relays his goodbyes to you and is about to leave for his next appointment before your shout stops him at his feet. 

“Wait!”

Kinich turns to you, confused. “What’s–”

His words are cut short as his lips are closed with yours.

“Okay! Uh, see you tonight!” You run off giddily. 

Kinich grazes his lips – the heat of yours still lingering on them even as he watches your figure slowly obscure with the growing distance. 

And with that, he’s certain he has enough energy replenished to last him till the evening. 

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As much as Kinich would love to run back home to you as soon as he’d got done with the last client of the day, he stops by the market to pick up a few things needed around the house. 

He reads the list he’d prepared in advance in his head.

Cleaning detergent. Eggs. Garlic. Salt. Those saurian crackers that you like. And Shampoo.

Nodding, Kinich carefully assesses all the items he’s gotten from the list – all that’s left is the shampoo. As he makes his way to the usual vendor he buys his shampoo from, Kinich is filled with thoughts of the dinner he will soon share with you. At that, the speed of his strides quicken. 

“Evenin’, Kinich!” The owner of the vendor calls out to him. “What’cha lookin’ for?”

“Evening. Kinich greets back. “My usual shampoo please, three bottles.”

“Gotcha!” The man pulls out three bottles of shampoo from a box below him and puts them on the counter. “That’ll be 9,000 Mora.”

Kinich freezes amidst taking out the money from his bag. 

“Come again?”

“That’ll be 9,000 Mora, please.” 

“Isn’t it usually 8,000 Mora?”

“My supplier said that the cost of production went up,” he explained. “Sorry, Kinich. Nothing much I can do about it.”

Kinich frowned. It wasn’t that he didn’t have money to spare, a thousand is certainly not gonna push him to the point of poverty. He simply did not like seeing the numbers of his daily expenses rising. 

Just then, Kinich’s eyes caught sight of this moment's saviour. A bulk sale. Ten bottles of shampoo for the whopping price of 15,000 Mora. 

Kinich made the calculations in his head. 1,500 Mora per bottle, he’d be getting half the price for one bottle compared to his usual shampoo. 

It’s a steal.

“Nevermind, I’ll get that instead.” Kinich pointed at the sale. 

It was a completely different brand than he was used to, but Kinich figured that as long as it got the job done of cleaning his hair then there wouldn’t be a stark difference anyways.

The man chuckled, seemingly used to Kinich’s antics. As a merchant, he’s well aware of the saying that if there’s a discount then there will be Malipo Kinich. He went to grab the ten shampoos, placing them on the counter. 

“That all?”

“Yes.” Kinich hands him the payment. “Thank you.”

“Pleasure doin’ business with ya!”

Turning his heel, Kinich wasted no time to make his journey back home. He could finally spend the rest of his time relaxing and unwinding with you in his proximity. 

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It was a lazy evening and so the two of you had agreed to skip cooking and instead heat up some leftovers from last night for dinner. The conversations exchanged above the dinner table were nothing extraordinary or extravagant – merely a casual exchange of mundane happenings and passing thoughts that carried no particular weight. 

“Speaking of Sumeru, we should make the time to go there!” You said in between bites. “I heard they have this forest with really, really tall trees. Apam Woods, I think.”

Kinich hummed. “When we get the chance to take time off work, sure.”

After the tables had been wiped down, dishes cleaned spotless and put away, and the conversation had calmed to a low murmur, Kinich prepared himself for bed. Heading into the shower – new bottle of shampoo in hand – to wash away the day’s build up of filth. 

With a towel on his head, Kinich rummaged through his hair harshly – trying to quickly dry them so he could jump into the bed where you awaited him and commenced with the last bit in his nightly routine agenda; cuddling to sleep. 

He waddled his way with hurried footsteps to the bedroom where you were already waiting for him – patting his side of the mattress for Kinich to occupy. Nestling into your arms, Kinich sighed as he felt the familiar feeling of your fingers caressing his hair – relaxing his body and resting his head on your chest where he’ll fall asleep to the sound of your heartbeat and your gentle breaths against his head; just like every other night.

“Eugh–,” you groaned, pulling yourself away from him.

Huh?

“Huh?” Kinich echoed his thoughts.

This isn’t what usually happens. 

“Did you… change your shampoo?” You asked, still running your fingers through his hair, but in a way that suggests you were inspecting his head. 

“Is it that obvious?” Kinich sat up. “Yeah, why?”

“It smells different…,” you retracted your hand from his hair, proceeding to remove yourself entirely from him.

What. What’s happening?

Kinich stared dumbfounded as you laid with your back facing him, letting out a cheery and unassuming “oh well, good night!” Drifting off into dream land leaving him to cope by his lonesome from a shocking reality.  

Did you just… reject him? But, you two always cuddle at night – how could this happen? 

Kinich laid on his back, his wide eyes glued to the ceiling. What could have caused this?

The Shampoo. 

If Kinich continued to use that shampoo, would you eventually break up with him? He shook his head, no, could not allow a repeat of tonight. 

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Malipo Kinich has always been deemed a reasonable man. 

But you seem to be the catalyst causing exceptions to his deadset principles. 

The next day, he’d found himself back at the vendor’s stall.

“Three bottles of my usual shampoo, please.”

In the end, the reasonable, money-conscious Malipo Kinich lost 15,000 Mora and spent an extra 9,000 Mora more in the span of two days. 

On the contrary, you looked as tranquil as one could be – enjoying a moment of respite, counting the flock of birds that flew by with your hand outstretched like you could catch the sun within the grasp of your palm. Deep down, Xiao had known your so-called invite for some extra training was just another excuse – this wasn’t his first rodeo after all. 

“That cloud looks like you, Alatus.” You point, not acknowledging his prior statement. 

Xiao sighs, yet he looks up anyways at the botched up looking, blob-shaped cloud. He squints, furrowing his eyebrows. That looks nothing like him. 

“No it doesn’t.”

“If you squint, you can just barely make out your silhouette.”

Xiao really didn’t know what you were blabbering about, he was already squinting and the shape was not getting any more familiar. Maybe it was hopeless trying to make sense of your words – you’ve always struck Xiao as someone whose head was in the clouds, not that he particularly minded (he found it endearing at times).

You pat your side, not needing to utter a single word for Xiao to understand your intentions – a second nature act laced in habit. 

Looking around, Xiao clenched his spear tighter as he does a quick scan of the area – to make sure there aren’t any potential hostilities, is what he tells himself, definitely not because he finds the thought of the other adepti finding him lounging around taking a breather with you to be an embarrassing ordeal. No, what a preposterous accusation.

“I’ve checked the parameters, no foes nearby – and if any approach, we’ll take notice before they realise we’re here.” You click your tongue, as if having recalled one missed detail. “Oh, right. Rest assured, the others have their own matters to attend to – they won’t be needing us anytime soon.”

Xiao lets a low groan escape his throat, a little annoyed at having been read like a book. Still, with some reluctance, he takes up your offer – laying down on the patch of grass next to you, trying to ignore the coy smile on your face.

“How long have you been laying here?” Xiao starts, changing the topic. 

“Not too long.” You decided to spare him your teasing. “Hey, don’t you think that one looks like a qingxin flower if a few of its petals got chewed off or something.”

Following the point of your finger, what Xiao was met with was a vague, irregular, round shaped cloud. He was about to take a stance against you, but something told him to wait – to stop and take a closer look. Xiao blinked, attempting to envision a qingxin from that indistinct image. 

“Hm, actually, I think I see it.”

“You do?” You ask, a little bit surprised. “I enjoy looking at the clouds, I like imagining what they could be beyond an initial glance.”

“I see,” Xiao adjusted the positioning of the mask on his hip, putting it aside so he could lay down more comfortably.

The clouds drift along the sky like a fish letting the lazy stream carry it down its pristine waters. In the corner of Xiao’s eye, he spots two birds playing amongst themselves – disappearing into the white fog and reappearing as if they were playing a game of hide and seek. 

Xiao could feel sleep knocking at his door, his eyelids fluttering as drowsiness tickled his eyelashes. This always happens when you’re around, Xiao had noticed, that mellowness that comes with your sole presence and undivided attention. Maybe, at this moment, it would be fine to let himself unwind if only for a short while.

For a second, he almost allows himself the pleasure of dreaming. 

Eyes shooting open, the distant chirping of birds is what brings him back to his senses. Xiao sighs as he brings his arm up to cover his eyes, a nauseous guilt gurgling in his stomach.

“It doesn’t feel good to rest when we could be doing something more useful.”

“Which is why I invited you to train.”

“But we’re not training, are we?” Xiao didn’t mean for that to sound like a reprimand. Having been met with your silence, he could only squirm in place.

“Still,” you finally spoke. “It feels nice though, doesn’t it?”

It does. Xiao wanted to say, swallowing back his words instead. After all, does a Yaksha like himself truly deserve such luxuries? To experience the mundane with you, and to delight in it, is he allowed to do so?

“We can’t afford to slack off,” he opts to say instead, much to your dismay.

He places his arm back down on the grass, facing the sky once more. 

When Xiao looks at the white clouds, his mind wanders to the image of black miasmic smoke that painted the sky a morbid hue. When Xiao looks at this seemingly untouched paradise, he wonders how much longer it will take before the war leaves it a barren land in its bloodstained trail. And when Xiao looks at you, content by his side, he tries not to think about how there may come a day where it’ll all be torn apart. 

“Don’t ever let your guard down,” Xiao masked his silent plea as stern advice. 

“As adepti, we have our duties to uphold,” he continues to nag. “A careless mind could end everything in ruin. They’re counting on us. I’m sure you understand the importance of not letting the fallen die in vain. Never let the frail promise of idle life distract you from–”

“I am very fond of you, Xiao.” You said in a hushed whisper.

Xiao stilled at the way you sounded out his name with such gentleness, as if the slight raise of your voice could break him. He panned his face towards yours, realising then that you were looking at him and no longer at the sky.

A gust of wind flew past to fill in the silence. Xiao sucked in his breath.

“I know.”

“What do you think of me, really?” You asked after a short moment.

Xiao paused, ruminating on the question he already knew the answer to – a question that he can never bring himself to answer truthfully.

“You’ll forget about me.” Xiao didn’t have to look at you to know that you were frowning – that all too familiar strained expression, caused by his all too familiar dismissive words. “You’ll live out your days peacefully, somewhere atop the mountains, somewhere far away.” 

“It will feel like we never met, but…,” he shook his head, averting his gaze from yours for a split second. “No, it doesn’t matter.”

Your conflicted, sort of strangled half-smile was the only form of response Xiao received before you decided to stand up – him sitting up to follow suit, not oblivious to how you had purposefully turned your back to him. 

“When everything’s over, let’s do this again.” 

Unmoving from where he sat, Xiao made not another sound – not even when he heard your breath quiver. You stood there for a while, hoping that maybe if you let a bit of time pass that the other would say something, anything. Even as you began to walk away, your figure growing more distant and incoherent, Xiao doesn’t once try to chase after you.

After he'd concluded that you were gone, Xiao rose from the grass – a gust of wind weaving through his hair.

“But,” the wind beckons, and the next words he elicits are carried off to a time fated to be forgotten. “I will never forget about you. If it means for you to be free, let the fate of remembrance fall upon me.”

Xiao peeks over at the clouds that had begun to turn gray one last time – do they weep in your absence? Or at the scene that unfolded below them? Xiao’s attention falls back to his mask on the ground, picking it up before turning and leaving behind a dark mist that soon dissipates with the blow of air.

Simply put, setting it up as a direct question has no demerit. He’ll either politely disagree or bashfully agree – no fuss, no drama, no beating around the bush (or the contrary if the latter happens), just a civil and transparent conversation between partners. 

It was a Saturday afternoon when you invited him over, ensuring it was on a day where he would most likely have the least jobs. The two of you were lounging about, relaxing – or as relaxed as you could manage to be – and cuddling on your couch. Here you were stressing about popping out a risque question, whilst Kinich was playing with and twirling the tips of your hair, unaware of the inner turmoil you were going through. 

“Kinich…,” you eased into the topic matter, testing out the waters. “Is Ajaw with you?”

“Nope,” he nuzzled himself further into you. “I sent him elsewhere.”

“Oh, okay,” you paused, strategizing your next course of action.

“Hey, Kinich,” you cupped his cheeks, having him face you directly. 

“Do you… wanna… do the thing?” You mumbled, feeling the heat gradually spread through your body, “do the… the… do you wanna do, uhm, it?”

Kinich sprang up immediately, prying away from your hold, akin to a prey startled at the firing of a gunshot. His face flushed at an astounding speed and coupled with his hair that had been disheveled from you running your fingers through it prior, you momentarily forgot about your own restlessness in acknowledgment of how adorable he currently looked.

He blinked.

“I think… I might have misheard you, say that again?” He sat up straight, no longer laying down with you.

In this moment, you had to be transparent with him. The importance of communication is staple for cultivating a healthy relationship. This is the part where you stand firm with your words to properly relay your true feelings with confidence, misunderstandings will only make things worse.

“Have sex with me, Malipo Kinich.”

That came out way more authoritative than you were going for. What is wrong with you?

Kinich looked as though he’d seen a horrific atrocity, and this is coming from someone who had experienced the tragedy of war against the abyss – the very same war that he had died in in the past.

“I mean, if you want– if you’re ready. There’s no pressure at all, please don’t feel pressured,” you sat up straight with him, mirroring his posture as sweat began to pour from your temples whilst you attempted to mend your small mishap. “Did I make it weird? Sorry, you can ignore me! Please ignore me. Hah… haha…”

Was it too late to run away from your own house? Scratch that, was it too late to run away from Natlan as a whole and live out the rest of your days under a fake identity in a secluded forest from a far away nation?

“No. I was just taken aback,” he couldn’t seem to find your eyes, but scooched his body closer to yours – closing a bit of the distance. “I want to, I wanna… do it with you too.”

Your heart skipped a beat. 

“Then…,” you inched closer, thighs touching each other’s. “Let’s go to my room?”

You never thought that walking down the familiar hallway to your room could be so daunting. With each step, you felt the heavy gravitational pull of your feet landing on the hardwood floor. Every action enacted in slow motion till your hands could finally reach the doorknob, allowing Kinich to enter first.

Closing the door to your bedroom, everything suddenly felt very real, too real. The moment you turned around, Kinich would be there, waiting – and something would happen. You took a deep breath, properly facing him after a moment to collect yourself.

“So…,” you trailed off, not really knowing where to go from here – merely gesturing at your bed like an attendant showing guests the directions.

Kinich took a seat, as stiff as a board, at the very edge of your mattress, his eyes still refusing to meet yours, twiddling his thumbs because he didn’t know what else to do with his hands. You sat on the other edge, also stiff. 

After a terrible few minutes of absolutely nothing progressing, you decided to take it to the next level and lay down – if this was a funeral home, with the way you were posed (perfectly straight with your hands situated neatly atop your stomach), you’d make the perfect corpse.

“You can come in–,” you gasped, colour draining from both of your faces. “No– come– I mean come, oh my god– the bed. You can get on the bed with me.”

Curling up slightly, you physically recoiled at your words – you wanted to scream, but you’re pretty sure that would just make things worse than it already was. You opted to hide your face behind your palms instead.

Another moment of silence was shared between you two. You considered calling it off all together, that was until you felt a dip on the mattress closer to where your body laid. 

You peeked through your fingers to confirm your suspicions, and indeed there Kinich was hovering above you.

“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” He brought his hand to the side of your head to stabilise himself above you, the sound of the bed springs following his movements ringing in your ear.

Having forgotten how to speak, you nodded at him.

Kinich began with a kiss to your lips, innocent at first but slowly oozing out more and more passion as the seconds went by. You closed your eyes, your hand grasping on your bedsheets. When he pulled away, he left one last peck at the corner of your now reddened lip and moved on downward via a trail of kisses. Your cheek, your jaw, your neck – each soft caress of his lips on your skin more electrifying than the other. 

He finished it off with a light nibble to your collarbone, the sensation had you squirming and accidentally letting slip a light airy gasp. Kinich paused, lifting his body away then releasing the bruising grip you had on the bedsheets, taking your hand into his own as he placed a gentle kiss to the tips of your fingers.

You felt your breath get stolen away as his eyes scanned over your figure, swallowing a lump in your throat – and when he went ahead to, hesitantly, take his shirt off, you lost your respiratory functions completely as your body stilled at the view. 

Tossing his shirt to a nearby chair, Kinich shifted his attention back to you, moving his position so he was sat in between your legs (if you could bring yourself to move, you’d have pinched yourself to confirm that you weren’t dreaming). He bent himself over, bringing his face closer to yours as you both engaged in another fiery kiss. You writhed at the sudden feel of his palm slipping beneath your shirt, an action that earned Kinich a whine through breathy kisses. Your heart thrummed aggressively against your ribcage as he caressed your bare skin, body tensing under his touch.  

Kinich deepened the kiss, pressing himself further into you to the point you could feel just how excited he was. You furrowed your eyebrows as his hand hiked up higher across your torso, heart threatening to rip out of your chest. When his thumb slipped under your undergarments, something snapped as a wave of unbearable fear took over your body and mind – you couldn’t do this, you couldn’t.

“Stop, wait!” Your sudden cry was instantly heard by Kinich, wasting not a second to pry himself off of you in haste.

“Is something wrong?” His tone dripped with worry. “Was I going too fast? Did– did I hurt you?”

“No, no, I just– don’t think I can’t do this,” you gripped your chest, attempting to calm yourself. “I know I was the one who asked for this, but–”

“Hey, it’s alright,” he hushed your worries away, gently patting your cheek. “It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind. We don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”

Kinich gave you a long kiss on your forehead. As he pulled away, he tucked a stand of hair behind your ear and flashed you a reassuring smile. 

“Don’t worry about it, okay?”

You gave him a small, awkward tug of your lips in return.

“Okay.”

He proceeded to tidy the disheveled state of your clothes, careful in his movements as not to startle you any further. Standing up, he grabbed his shirt that had been sprawled on the chair and dressed himself, pausing right after fully assessing his situation.

“...Could I use the bathroom real quick?”

“Oh– right, of course! Go, uh, go ahead.”

You watched as Kinich excused himself from the room. Once you heard the click of the bathroom lock, you harshly grabbed the pillow you were laying on and rammed it into your face as you kicked your feet in the air.

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Weeks passed by in a blink of an eye, and you were ready to conquer what you had set to do. The first attempt didn’t go as planned, so what? Life is full of mistakes and second chances. Today was a new day.

Once more, you invited Kinich to your abode, popped the question, and into the bedroom you two went. You laid on the bed, he got on top of you, then you both engaged in heated kisses and touches – but just as things were about to progress to the next big step, like last time, that nauseating feeling possessed you and pushed you to stop the act before it could happen. 

“It’s okay,” Kinich whispered as he wrapped his body around yours.

You knew he was right – why wouldn’t it be okay? Yet somehow, you couldn’t seem to silence that nagging voice in your head telling you the opposite. There was no shame in it at all, but even after knowing this, a part of you still felt abashed at suggesting something that you were unable to go through with. 

The next attempt following it came even quicker, a mere few days after the last. Third time's the charm, or so they say – so surely this attempt will be the one where you can confidently see through till the end. 

This time around, you noticed how much slower Kinich had paced himself, especially compared to the first try. Kisses that didn’t dare go down past the shoulders, that tasted less hungry and more controlled – as if every movement he made was calculated, a measured restraint. As a result he’d given a lot of undivided attention to your neck, nibbling and lightly sucking at your skin which left barely visible marks of faint red.

You shivered as Kinich soothed your bruised skin with his tongue, licking the mark he’d left behind. He dragged his finger down your torso; from your chest to your stomach, then finally stopping above your abdomen, hooking onto the waistband of your pants – all the while, his gaze never left your face. Analyzing every crease in your facial expression, every tug of your lips, every sound that escapes your throat. 

Your slight frown didn’t go unnoticed from him, neither was your quivering lip. Kinich retracted himself from you, rubbing his thumb on your cheek. 

“Are you really sure you want to do this?”

“I…,” you averted your gaze. “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” he got off of you fully and situated himself to lay by your side, pulling a blanket to drape over the both of you before holding your figure in his arms. “We’ll do it when you’re sure, there’s no rush here.”

“I’m sorry, Kinich,” you tried to bury yourself into his chest.

“Don’t be, never apologize for this,” he planted a kiss at the top of your head. “This isn’t an obligation. If you don’t want to, I don’t want to either.”

“Is it really okay?” Your voice barely above a whisper.

Kinich combed his fingers through your hair, gently patting your head. His breaths coupled with the rhythmic slow beats of his heart lulling you to sleep.

“Mmmhm,” he hummed in response.

You let out a sigh, a sense of ease flowing into your body, dispersing the tension that had claimed your mobility. Burrowing yourself further into Kinich’s arms, you allowed yourself to flutter your eyes closed and sleep without worry.

“There’s no need to rush,” you heard Kinich say as you drifted off into a dream.

His words calmed a storm that you had not realised was materializing inside you. The weight of feeling like you owed something to Kinich, like you failed him, dying down.

You smiled, content.

Everything was going to be fine.

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Kinich was not going to be fine.

He had entered a never-ending battle, one that he’s sure you weren’t aware you were a part of, and he was at every disadvantage. Lately, Kinich couldn’t help but feel more… eager, so to speak. There was this persistent desire that grew more and more intolerable by the day, and even with his best efforts to quell the flames, its thirst is near impossible to quench. This “problem” stemmed from the precarious situation within his pants, finding himself feeling a lot more “suffocated” beneath his abdomen more often than he’d like to admit.

For lack of better words, Kinich was horny as fuck. 

To make matters worse, you two had begun to be more affectionate with each other, and perhaps that was the trigger, Kinich theorized – but nonetheless, the constant touching only made things harder for him in more ways than one. 

However, the catalyst of this whole situation which made Kinich go from bothered to downright desperate was your recent (failed) attempts in trying to sleep with each other. Of course, he would never reprimand you for your reluctance – no, never. He was more disappointed at himself for being so lustful, so gluttonous for your love.

Even now, with the two of you innocently play-fighting in his room (and on his bed much to Kinich’s panic), he had to meticulously watch his movements so as to not accidentally step foot on the dreaded erection landmine. 

Kinich had your wrists in his hands as he peppered kisses all over your face, your giddy laughter filling the room at the ticklish sensation. 

“Kinich!” You gasped in between breaths. “That tickles!”

Releasing your hands in favor of wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, Kinich pulled you towards him as he pretended to maul you down – mimicking munching noises which accompanied his litter of smooches. 

“Sto– hehe, stoooop,” you playfully drawled out.

“Not a chance,” he persisted.

In an event unforeseen by Kinich, you’d somehow seized the opportunity to push him back – retaliating as you turned the tables around. You’d ended up pinning Kinich down, on his bed, and you were on him – your body was on top of him.

It took a while for Kinich’s brain to process that you were practically straddling him. His mind went blank as his breath hitched – all the while you were still oblivious, all smiles and giggles.

Now the position wasn’t exactly the problem per say, you’ve been on top of him when cuddling multiple times and vice versa. What Kinich was specifically concerned about was what you were sitting on, and more importantly, how his body would react to the situation.

You moved, Kinich froze. You pressed yourself deeper against him with a stronger force than he could already handle, Kinich began to sweat as he felt it twitch, trying his best not to make a sound – he prayed you didn’t notice.

And it seemed as though his prayers were heard, although Kinich was certain an evil vengeful spirit heeded his words instead, because you kept rocking your hips without paying any mind to the thing growing beneath you at an alarming rate. 

“Got you!” For a second, your cheery grin was enough to make him forget about his clothed pain, however your movements (that vaguely resembled bouncing, but maybe Kinich was just too sexed up at the moment) made him remember again.

“Mnh–,” Kinich paled instantly at the slip up. He peeked over at you – maybe you hadn’t noticed. 

Kinich was dreadfully greeted by your mouth hanging off your jaw and eyes gaping so wide he was worried if they’d fall off. 

You had definitely noticed.

“...It’s not what it looks like.” It was. “I can explain.” No he couldn’t.

“You’re–! Are you?” You shrieked, panning your sight down to his pelvis. 

Kinich watched in horror as he witnessed you connecting the dots, gaining consciousness of the hardening texture below you.

“I’m sorry…,” Kinich admitted defeat, deflating on the spot – unlike his happy wand. 

“I’m the one that’s sorry! Oh my god– why didn’t you say anything? Nevermind, I’ll just…,” you lifted yourself up.

“No! Please don’t leave, please,” Kinich had no clue what possessed him in that moment, grabbing you back down to sit on him, maybe he just wanted to keep you close or maybe a dog in heat was indwelling his body. “We don’t have to do anything, just– stay with me. Please stay.”

The regret was instant. 

Kinich had buried his face into your chest, and with each walking second of you not saying anything, guilt weighed heavier and heavier on his back. Eventually, he couldn’t bear the silence any longer and decided to cut through the thick atmosphere himself.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me, sorry. How about we call it a day?” He pulled his body away, only to let out an abrupt groan as he felt something rubbing on him. 

Kinich’s breath hitched when he witnessed you timidly grind against him.

“I… can do this much.”

“Please, you don’t– don’t have to… force it, mh–,” Kinich bucked his hips forward, actions contradicting the words that left his mouth.

“Let me take care of you. I can take it,” you stopped for a moment, not missing the low whine that left Kinich’s lips when you did. “I want you. I want you, Kinich. Will you have me?”

Kinich panted, catching his breath whilst also gathering his thoughts. He moved his hands to grip your waist, pleading at you with an intense burn.

“I need you.”

He swooped you into a hungry kiss, you kissed him back, letting him have his fill – allowing Kinich to get drunk on your taste. 

The kiss was sloppy, and not at all did it feel like the previous ones Kinich had shared together with you, but the messiness and erraticness of the act only made it all the more arousing – Kinich couldn’t help but thrust his hips forward into your cunt, groaning into your mouth at the friction.

“M-more…,” he mumbled, breaking off from the kiss.

Kinich had to catch himself from drooling at the sight of your back arching as you began to grind on him harder in reciprocation, a wet patch pooling at the fabric of his pants that mimicked yours.

“Does this… feel good?” You said in between pants.

“Good– mhmm… feels good, feels so good,” Kinich gulped to suppress a whine. “Don’t stop– please don’t stop. Keep going, please.” 

Although the cloth separated the two of you, that obstruction seemed to be what riled Kinich up even more. The prevention of direct skin to skin only leaving him wanting more of you. Kinich decided to make use of his hands that were collecting dust slumped against your waist, tightening his grip and pushing you up and down on him in circular motions in rhythm with his own thrusts.

“Fuh–ck, Kin!” You moaned into the back of your palm, the rocking of Kinich’s hips stimulating just the right places. 

Your body curled up, spasming against his in the most delicious way – a sight that only ignited Kinich further.

“Kiss?” Kinich pleaded into your ear in the tenderest tone that he could muster, feeling you shivering at the effect of his voice was an extra treat.

Unable to utter another word, you closed the distance between your lips and Kinich’s – caging his neck with your arms as you made sure there was not a speck of distance leftover between you two.

Kinich didn’t know what to think, not with your tongue licking at his upper lip, not with your heat rubbing against his cock and pushing him to the verge of release – not after finally getting what he could only fantasize about for so long.

“Kini– ah!” You gasped. “I think I’m gonna–”

“Me too,” Kinich picked up his pace. “Cum with me?” 

Chasing each other's high, Kinich rutted into you faster and faster until that ecstasy rose in intensity. He took refuge on your shoulder, biting down on you as you came undone, eliciting a sweet mewl, which was what drove Kinich to the edge, feeling himself splurting out and spilling cum all over the innards of his pants. 

Kinich took a moment to catch his breath, sighing at the sight of your sweat which glistened on your rosy skin, your eyes still in a haze with tears prickling at the corners. He cupped your cheeks, angling your head to look at him.

You brought your hands to settle over his, “Kinich…”

His gaze softened. “Yes?”

“I want you to tell me more about what you want.” You brought his palm to your lips, leaving a gentle kiss.

Kinich’s gaze drifted elsewhere before pulling you into a hug. “Didn’t wanna push you to do something I knew you didn’t want to do yet.”

“But you wanted to, I wouldn’t mind if you spoke more on what you wanna do too,” you huffed. “You’ve humored me so far. I’m capable of listening to what you want too, we could’ve figured something out.”

“Then…,” Kinich held you tighter, mumbling his next few words. “I want to hold you more… cuddle more. Just wanna be closer to you.”

You let out a breathy chuckle. “Kinich, you’re really cute right now. We already do that, silly.”

“I’m pouring my heart out and you’re laughing? You’re too cruel,” he rested his head on your shoulder, like a puzzle piece nestled perfectly into where it's meant to be.

The two of you allowed the moment to pass in silence, the sound of breathing and the beating of your own individual heartbeats acting as ambiance. Kinich closed his eyes, inhaling your scent, followed by a deep exhale. 

For now, this wasn't so bad.

You cleared your throat, shifting on his lap. “We should probably go find a change of pants now.”